28 April 2023

No Guns in the Drunk Tank (the poem)

 

No guns in the drunk tank
they’d shoot themselves and others too
no guns in the drunk tank
they’d kill themselves and others new
no guns in the drunk tank
they permutate so death comes due
no guns in the drunk tank
the party’s come to town
no guns in the drunk tank
stinking rank cut-em down.


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